The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands, I used to hold
Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song
But I miss you most of all, my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall
--Nat King Cole, 1955 (see jukebox)
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